A/N Hey guys thanks for reviewing! So nice... This is my first fanfic. Ever. I am sorry that I didn't put an author's note up on the first chapter, but I was still trying to figure out how to publish stuff...Anyways, it might seem way to fluffy between Katniss and Peeta, but I want to get in as much fluff as I can before THE PLAN. I also forgot to put this up:)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins. Suzanne Collins does.

I really wish I was Suzanne Collins. Sigh.

Anyways on to the story!

Katniss

Peeta wakes me up by gently shaking my shoulder. I smile lazily, and open my eyes reluctantly. At first my eyes are blinded by the sun, but then I see Peeta's sparkling blue eyes looking down at me.

"I'm sorry I woke you, but I wanted you to see the sunset." He gazes towards the mountains, and I know what he means. It is as if the sky has been set ablaze by the sun. The sky is full of reds, pinks, purples, and the best is orange. The sun setting in the mountains, the sky full of light, and me being in Peeta's arms, it seems as if this is the perfect day.

"It's okay Peeta, really. I wouldn't want to miss it. The first sunset since you proposed to me." I turn my head to see his face, and his smile lights up his entire face. I would've been happy to just sit there gazing at him forever, but he pulls me close to him and whispers to me to watch the sunset.

The sun glows, and it is about to disappear into the forest, when Peeta's voice rings into the air.

"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever." I smile, thinking of the past. Back when there was no rebellion, no Quarter Quell, and we thought we were headed off to our certain deaths. But it is different now. We both love each other, and we are no longer in the Capitol.

"Okay." I lean my head against Peeta's chest, and close my eyes. We stay there like that for a long time, but we finally force ourselves to get up. Peeta smiles and looks so happy that I laugh. He looks at me, and starts to tickle me. I wiggle, trying to get out of his grasp, but he holds me firmly. "Peeta! Please! No! More! Tickling!" I laugh so much, that my stomach hurts.

He looks at me with concern, thinking he hurt me, so he stops tickling me. I think about tickling him back, but he cups my face with his hands. He looks so deeply into my eyes, that I think he can se my soul. "You are so beautiful," he whispers in my ear.

I look down and see my scars from the fire mutt in the rebellion on my arms and hands. "No. I am not beautiful at all," I say quietly, looking away from his eyes. I don't know how he loves me. I have hurt him so many times, and he was hijacked too, but he always comes back to me.

He lifts my face with his finger, so I would look into his eyes. "Katniss, you are beautiful. You have survived through the impossible, and you still are so beautiful. Nothing you do or say will ever change that." I finally look into his eyes, and I realize he's saying the truth. I may not be beautiful, but I have survived the impossible.

I take his face in my hands, and kiss him. "I love you," I whisper in his ear. He grins, and leans in to kiss me. When we stop kissing, and we both need to breathe, I go back to our uneaten food in the picnic basket. I sit down and pat the grass right next to me, for Peeta to sit on. He jogs over, and his ashy blond hair gets into his eyes. He sits down next to me and stretches his legs out. Sometimes his fake leg gets in the way, and he limps, but he is getting used to it.

"You really need a haircut," I tell him. In answer he just grins. I get out the cheese buns from the basket. I offer him one, and I quickly devour mine. We eat sandwiches and tell each other about our hopes for the future. Peeta talks about the bakery, and I talk about how I almost fell out of the tree I was climbing when I went out hunting yesterday. We steer clear of the topic of nightmares.

Lately Peeta and I have been living in my house. We have lived together since I told him I love him. We brought Peeta's clothes in one of the many rooms, and he didn't want to bring many things from his house. One thing he did bring was his painting supplies. He kept his old paintings in the other house, and made an art gallery in one of the rooms in our house. It is filled with new paintings and new hopes.

The sky starts to darken, and we decide to head home. Peeta picks up the picnic basket and holds out his hand. I smile and grab it leaning my head on to his shoulder. We walk home in silence, with our hearts filled with love.

When we arrive at the porch, I quickly let him in the house. I don't bother locking the front door anymore, because who would want to steal from us?

I head up to the bathroom right away to take a shower. While feeling the warm drizzle on my body, I examine the ring. It is a gold band with the word Always branded into it. The world always has a new meaning to me.

After the shower, I pull on my pajamas. I hear Peeta coming up the stairs into the room. I smile and he pulls off his shirt, and grins. I look away and blush. He laughs, and I lie down on the bed and close my eyes. I hear him make his way clumsily into the sheets. Even though he's used to his leg now, he still has some trouble.

I put my head on his chest, and listen to his heartbeat the second time today. I really do love him, and I can't believe it took this long for me to know. I was afraid of loving him before, afraid of him breaking my heart. Or just plain afraid of love. But now I know he truly does love me, and won't break my heart.

It is suddenly very cold, as if a wind blew in here. I open my eyes, and I realize the window is open with moonlight streaming in. I hear Peeta faintly whisper in the dark, "You love me. Real or not real?" as if he's afraid of the answer. Does he really think I would say not real?

I pull my head up to look into his eyes. His blue eyes are filled with love, and I can't believe he loves me of all people. I know now that I will always love him. "Real," I whisper into his ear, and I pull him to me for a long, passionate kiss.

The last word I spoke to him with love.

Gale

I saw them in the meadow together. I went there because I needed to check if the hovercraft is still there, and who do I find? Katniss and him. The baker. I spit on the ground in front of me. Just thinking about them together sends a hot fury into my heart.

But no need to get mad, because Katniss will soon be mine forever, and he won't even know what hit him. I am dressed in black, and it's nighttime, but the moon is irregularly bright. I jog over to the house that I saw them enter together. I wonder if they sleep in the same room? My hand turns into a fist involuntarily.

I stop at the front door, wondering if she locked it. She didn't lock it before, so I doubt she does now. I turn the knob, and the door opens. Thank God it doesn't creak!

I first look for Katniss's hunting jacket and boots. I find them both at the front. Well that was easy! I didn't bother bringing Katniss's bow and arrows, because we have all of that where we are going.

I head into the kitchen, remembering the way from last time I was here. I drop off the note I'm leaving for Peeta on the kitchen counter. Either this note will infuriate him, or tear his part to pieces. Both ways are fine for me, as long as I have Katniss.

I silently tread upstairs, leaving the hunting jacket and boots on the counter for me to pick up later. I go down the hall, and I randomly choose a bedroom. The room I choose is empty, and I quietly close the door.

I put my ear to another bedroom, and I hear snoring. Probably Peeta. I open the door, and the first thing I notice is the window's open. I close it, because what if the cold winds wake them both up? That would ruin everything.

Damn it! I forgot the sleeping gas in the hovercraft! Oh well, I'll make sure Katniss doesn't wake up before we get into the hovercraft. I glance at the bed, and it takes all my will power, to keep myself from ripping Katniss away from Peeta, and punching him hard in the face.

I quietly creep over to the bed, and a incomprehensible idea comes up. Maybe Katniss is happy with Peeta, and she really doesn't love you. Of course Katniss loves me! We were hunting partners, going out in the wilderness together. The hot rage in my heart wins out between the other side of my heart that loves Katniss.

I hear Katniss mumble something in her sleep. I quickly glance up, and make my way towards her side of the bed. I pull her away from Peeta quickly, before any other pitying thought for that baker enters my mind. I pick her up easily, and she is still so light. I carry her downstairs, and pick up the hunting jacket and boots.

I have trouble at first carrying everything, but I make it out the front door. I don't bother closing it, it's Peeta's problems. I run towards the hovercraft, giddy with the thought of having Katniss for the rest of my life.

Everything is according to plan.

So far.